Rhythm Rebel (boyxboy) (Discontinued)

264 songs before

The walk back from the pool had been cold and soggy but they were tired and happy aswell, and as soon as the got into the house they decided that one of them should start making food while the other showers.
" I think I should shower first" Leo exclaimed "because I have no idea what to do with all this Spanish food!"
Dylan laughed it's just potatoes "alright, fine. You go and shower first. But after you're done we're swapping. "
Leo smiled, nodded then walked out of the room to the shower.
Once he was in the bathroom he stripped all the way down to his white vest and boxers, he turned on the tap, and while the water was heating up, he injected himself with his daily medicine
Back in the kitchen Dylan had got out some potatoes, washed them and peeled them, and had started to chop them into fine-ish rectangles while heating up the oven. Through-out all of this he had been humming a song that was stuck in his head but he stopped as he heard something come padding into the kitchen.
"That was quick" he said without turning around "is it my turn now? I'm making chips so all you have to do is to-" but the padding had stopped by his leg and he felt something soft brush around his ankle. He quickly twisted around, dropping the knife on the chopping board as he was startled by the thing on the floor-
It's a-
It's a cat.
"LEO!! HELP!!"
Dylan shouted why does it have to be a cat?! Why couldn't it be a dog? I love dogs but a cat! Ahhh I hate cats! He thought as he climbed onto the mantle where the sink was. He looked around helplessly just as Leo came running in looking awfully worried, with just a huge t shirt (and boxers) on.
Dylan was silenced by the way his wet hair flopped over one eye but then remembered the cat and shouted
"LEO DONT JUST STAND THERE DO SOMETHING!! THERE IS A MONSTER IN THIS ROOM!! GET A FRYING PAN!!"
Leo burst out laughing "oh this cute little kitten? Oh my gosh you're scared of cats! Aha that's alright. Fine." And he took s deep breath to stop himself from laughing (he was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes). He stood up straight and walked over to the 'monster'.
The cat was actually really cute, Leo realised. It was a kitten that had black on the top that seemed to become lighter until it was white on its paws.
Leo picked it up and walked outside putting it down and stroking it and promising to bring some food for it sometime.
When Leo walked back into the kitchen Dylan was standing in the middle of the room straightening his shirt.
"I'm sorry you had to see that" he said. "I'm going to have a shower. You cook."
Leo looked slightly lost, standing there in the kitchen and it tugged on Dylan's heart so he turned back around and said " all you have to do is finish chopping, then put them on that tray. If I'm not back by then just put them in the oven. Simple as" and he smiled and left Leo to cook.

They had finished eating the chips, which had turned out surprisingly delicious, and they had walked to the bathroom to clean their teeth.
"Whoever thought this was a good idea must be crazy. This bathroom is obviously only fit for one person"
Leo said, dribbling some toothpaste out the side of his mouth- which Dylan felt an ache to wipe off. Well why not? He asked himself. So he said "dude, you've got tooth paste all over your chin" while raising his thumb to wipe it off, and then realising this felt to intimate, he wiped it down the front of Leo's shirt.
Leo looked bewildered for a moment before grabbed some water and flicked it at Dylan. Leo was thinking for a moment there his eyes went all soft and almost.... Loving. Didn't they? That thought made him feel surprisingly happy. Maybe I... Maybe I like him? Do I? I'm not sure. I mean he is kinda beautiful... -
"Dude, we are not getting into that again" Dylan laughed until he saw that Leo had sat down on the toilet seat (the lid was closed) and was slowly brushing his teeth again. His mind obviously else where, but his eyes had fallen onto Dylan's, still bare, belly. Maybe I should try and entice him. That would be funny. He thought, but even deeper he was thinking it would be nice.
He leaned down close to Leo's face and said "dude take a photo. It will last longer." Then be burst out laughing as Leo, who just realised what he was staring at, became slightly flushed. "Alright then." He said and spat out the tooth paste, running his brush under the tap. "Just let me get my camera..." Then he burst out laughing and walked away, to go to bed.
As soon as he left, Dylan felt slightly disappointed but he wasn't sure why then a voice in his head asked is it because he didn't touch you? A question he wasn't sure how to answer.
He sat there thinking for a while before spitting, and rinsing the brush and leaving the bathroom.
Dylan entered the room to see Leo curled up facing the wall on his side of the bed, sleeping. He saw the thin blanket cover Leo and curve from his shoulder down to his waist, then up, slightly, to his butt. He stroked this curve with his eyes, seeing his shoulder rise and fall with his breath, feeling the desire to do it with his hands (and not deny it). But he can't. He can't because he doesn't was to lose Leo as a friend, so instead, he walks over to Leo and lies down (still shirtless) facing the ceiling. Waiting for sleep.
Sleep comes and he dreams. Dreams that a hand is resting on his stomach. The hand strokes up to his collar bone and down to his hips and each time it does he lets out a sigh of relief. In his dream he turns his head to see who's hand it is and sees Leo. His big green eyes looking into his, smiling. He rolls over and Dylan reaches out to encircle Leo in his arms, pulling him back until his back is pressing into Dylan's front. Fitting perfectly together until the dream whisps away and the sleep becomes silent again.
Leo woke up in the morning encircled in Dylan's arms, knees pushed up by his (in the foetus position) bare legs touching. He manages to keep in his gasp, not wanting to wake Dylan up, as he realises that there is nothing between them except his extra large tee shirt and two pairs of boxers. His and mine. With this thought he smiles and just lies there. Waiting for Dylan to wake up and see what he will do, feeling his breath rustle his hair. In and out... In and out... In and out.